Her voice was like honey,
and you might think, how the hell
can anyone's voice can be like honey,
well, her was.
And you might think you probably
just said that because you're bad
at descriptions,
I would have you know that
that was definitely not the case.
It wasn't that I couldn't describe her,
it was just that, I didn't know how to.
Because there was no way you could
simply fit her into one word,
or even a sentence.
And if you were to write volumes
of books simply describing who she was,
perhaps you might achieve it,
but even then,
I wouldn't be so sure.
And you might think,
is that it? Is that all?
No, I can assure you it's not.
Because I'm not done telling you
how I feel and you probably don't
think it relevant, oh, it definitely is.
You see, every time I saw her,
for God knows whatever reason
I could never help but laugh.
And you might think, "So?"
She wasn't even joking.
She was the one smiling,
She was the one laughing at my
stupid joke and somehow,
yet somehow,
I'm the one that was even
more happier than her.
And you couldn't even imagine
how it felt when she danced with me,
I felt like a thousand little dragons
had set fire through my whole body,
but I so happy.
God, I was so happy.
And I was so much more.
But I won't begin to describe any of that,
because I feel like if I do,
I would have to give up that perfect
memory of her and me dancing
away the entire night, and I'm not
ready to allow reality even a peak at them.
And I don't care if this doesn't make sense,
because I would never let my simplicity
even a whiff of her entirety.
